You Look Like Taylor Swift

Chapter 4

TAYLOR'S POV

"What?" I ask Logan. She quickly stands up and walks away playing with her hands.

"Nothing, I shouldn't have said it," Logan says as a few tears fall. I stand up and slowly walk over to her.

"Princess, you obviously said it for a reason. What's going on," I say, wrapping my arms around her. Logan shakes her head.

"Sorry, it's nothing," Logan says and pulls away. She walks out and I let her for a second before I follow her. She sees me follow her and she runs upstairs to her room. She slams the door and starts to sob. I sigh and knock on her door.

"Logan, princess, let me in, I just want to help," I say. There's silence for a second and I hear a soft thud. "Logan??" I ask again, bursting into Logan's room. I gasp at the sight. Logan's body is sprawled on the floor. Her thighs are covered in blood, the cuts are so deep. My eyes fill with tears and I start to sob, looking down at the poor girl's long blonde hair brushed across her face. Her blue eyes, closed, as if she's asleep. I call Tree in a panic.

"What's wrong Tay?" Tree asks, noticing the panic.

"Logan, she-she cut herself, she's unconscious, I don't know what to do, she's barely breathing," I say starting to cry.

"Call 911 Taylor. I'll be there in 15 minutes. If an ambulance comes, go with. I'll pick up Ivy and Bella. Okay?" Tree says. I sit in silence. "Taylor. Go. Get Logan help. I love you." I hung up the phone and called 911. They quickly pick up.

"Um, I'm watching a girl right now, Logan Marjorie, she-she cut herself really badly, she's unconscious and barely breathing," I say panicking even more.

"It's okay, we're sending an ambulance, stay on the line, can you tell me some things about her? How did you meet Logan?" The lady asks.

"Um, she's 15 years old, I only met her a day or so ago. I saw her and 2 of her sisters on the side of the road crying in the cold. I felt horrible so I took them in. I've been taking care of them for a few days," I say. I start to run my fingers through her long blonde hair.

"What's your name?" The lady asks.

"Taylor, Taylor Swift. Please don't sound so surprised," I say.

"Well it's nice to meet you Taylor, the ambulance will be at your location in 3 minutes. I'll let you go. Take care of Logan," The lady says. She hangs up and I pull Logan up to my lap. I sob into her hair when Ivy walks in.

"What's going on? What's wrong with Logie?" Ivy asks.

"It's okay angel, Logan's okay. There's an ambulance coming for her. Tree is coming to pick you and Bella up," I say kissing the top of her head. Two paramedics burst into the door and gently put Logan on a stretcher. Ivy wraps her arm around my leg as I stand up.

"Don't go!" Ivy says starting to cy.

"Ivy, I've gotta go be with Logan, you're going with Tree," I say.

"I wanna be with Logie!" Ivy says. I pick Ivy up and set her on the couch as I run out the door. Ivy follows a second later.

"Angel, stay with Bella, Tree will be here in a second, please Ivy, I've got to go," I say. I kiss her forehead when Tree jumps out of her car. She picks Ivy up as Ivy starts to scream and cry.

"Go be with Logan, I've got this Tay," Tree says. I nod and sit down in the back of the ambulance. I take Logan's limp hand and squeeze.

"It'll all be okay." I whisper.